A/N: The GoogleDocMobile strikes again. It's not an Incident Zero update- please check out my flagship fic if you have not, and please be reassured that if you have reviewed it, I'll PM you about that in the next few days. It's not a Decay update (soon, I promise), or another chapter to God's Blessing (also soon), it's… something else entirely.

It was approximately eighteen months in total between my last film in a cinema, and my most recent. The Covid-19 pandemic stopped us all from doing so much we enjoyed, and given my love for movies (I used to work as a projectionist), that was one of the things I found hardest. So finally, once I got double-jabbed… I went again. To a film I had been hyping up for some time. The Suicide Squad…

What a beautiful, deranged, chaotic and hilarious mess. The best film I could have gone back to cinemas for. And an easy favourite character from the film, who I just knew I needed to try to put something in a fanfic together for.

I'm testing in the hope that some of you enjoy this. Spoiler- it may not be entirely serious the whole way through. Hope you like!

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It had been one hell of a day for Giran.

Normally, it had to be said, he had it relatively easy. Most of his customers were relatively simple, only ever asking the broker for things they knew he could acquire, and there was rarely any dissatisfaction from the more high-profile villains as to who he could bring in for them as new recruits. He prided himself on having an eye for detail, and knowing how people ticked, to get the match-ups right; in any event, a good sprinkle of some charm and a twinkle in his eye was usually enough to iron out any of the occasional kinks which obviously weren't something he could be blamed for.

If all else failed, Muddiness as a Quirk was a relief. It was amazing how quickly amnesia could rescue a deal and keep Giran in good business, if he needed it.

Here and now, however, his phone couldn't stop blowing up. All because of that outrageous attack by the Hero Killer, Stain. The Hero stations couldn't stop talking about the Hero Killer's showdown with Endeavor, the mainstream networks couldn't pull the manifesto video somebody had made for Stain fast enough, the pundits at Shoowaysha couldn't stop speculating about whether he had a point, and the more alarmed members of the media were pointing to the presence of those Nomu creatures in Hosu. So were most of the underworld, in the corners of seedy bars and seedy bars from here to Kyoto, because it meant one thing.

It meant that Stain was aligned, somehow, with the League of Villains.

Giran had been quite content to help, when the very polite and very mysterious Kurogiri had reached out to him to ask for some assistance in organising their attack on UA. There was a lot of money greasing his palms to try and source cannon fodder to throw into the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, so Giran was obliging. He probably could have found recruits easily anyway- people in the lower ranks heard about attacking UA's wannabe Heroes, smelled blood, and leaped at the chance to jump the villain rankings. It was nice to be appreciated, though.

So much so that Kurogiri had turned up again and asked if he could find them some more recruits. Apparently the League wanted to capitalise on their newfound popularity because of the Hero Killer, no matter how loose the connection might have been between Stain and the League. Giran couldn't see it, personally, but people were asking, good people. Well… good in one sense of the word. Despicable in another.

He had told Kurogiri he'd be in touch.

He sat alone in the bar, the manager downstairs having some fun with the young lady he'd hired to keep the punters interested, swirling a scotch he had poured himself around in its glass. He had no intention of paying, but he appreciated the time to think to himself, as he dinked his gold ring off of the edge of the glass and heard the chime. The young vampire, Toga, was a must for the League, a fanatic someone like them could put to good use. And when someone as reclusive as Dabi had sought Giran out to try and introduce him to the League, well, that was something. Dabi never wanted anyone's company, so it would be remiss of him to not indulge him.

Now… it was just a question of if there was anyone else-

There was an unholy noise, like a piano crashing onto concrete from a great height, followed by the slapping sound of flesh and a low groan as something fell through the roof of the bar and landed on a table a little way away from him. "... Owwww."

Giran blinked, looked at his drink, looked at the hole in the roof, and peered off into the dark corners. This League of Villains group was weird. Could have been them. They could warp around, after all. "Kurogiri? That you?"

"Huh?" The figure stirred on the table, and Giran finally caught a good look at the individual as it slid off the table to stand upright. What he had at first mistaken for an overweight lump of a human was a tower of flesh, the most disturbing dad bod he had ever seen. Something like that didn't belong on a creature that was naked from the waist up, that had giant webbed hands that looked like they could crush concrete and grey skin made of denticles. He had thought it might be a Nomu, from the size and shape, but when he saw the head… it definitely wasn't a Nomu. "Where friends go?"

"Friends?" Giran was briefly taken aback by the simple-sounding, low male voice from the man (was that the right word?) in front of him. The sight of the jaws and fin were enough to focus him though- what was standing in front of him was a humanoid shark, practically the same shape as the Nomu from the USJ, with the most terrible jaws he had ever seen. Giran wanted many things, and being eaten was not one of them. "I dunno who yer talking about, but it's just us here, so… I guess that means I'm yer friend too, huh?"

"You're… new friend?" The shark man peered at him, and Giran couldn't believe how child-like and innocent his eyes looked. "... Not nom nom?"

"Nom nom?" Giran didn't like the sound of that. "No sir, I definitely am not food, if that's what you mean by 'nom nom'. You lost your other friends?"

"Was on beach with friends." Whatever Giran had expected to hear, it wasn't crushed sadness. "Now here. Friends… gone. Miss… Ratcatcher. She true friend. Miss other friends. Team."

Giran hadn't ever heard of this 'Ratcatcher', but made a mental note. "I'm sorry, friend. Teleports can be weird, huh? What were you doin' on the beach-"

"Beat monster nom nom. Then we go. Friends go…" The shark frowned, thinking and then gave up, letting out a sigh that revealed way too many sharp and bloody teeth for Giran's liking. "Now here. With new friend-"

"That's me!" Giran beat a path towards safer waters, wanting to extend an olive branch to the newcomer. "My name is Kagero, but most folks call me Giran. You… call me whichever you want, alright?"

"Giran…" The shark appeared to chew it as he said it. "New friend, Giran?"

"That's right! Now it's your turn! Tell me a little about yourself." Giran leaned back, taking in the full sight in front of him, trying not to dwell on the teeth wounds in the shark's shoulders. "What are ya, friend?"

"Giran no smart." The man pointed to his own shoulder with one beefy finger (since when did sharks have fingers?). "Me shark."

"Oh, sorry friend! That's not what I meant! Me definitely not smart!" Giran chuckled, a little more exaggerated than usual, and judging from the way the shark seemed to twitch a little smile out, it went down well. "Let's start with your name, huh?"

"Name? Name Nanaue." The shark paused, for what seemed like a very long second. "Your name… Kagero. People call you Giran?"

"That's right!" Giran confirmed. "Do people call you anything, Nanaue?"

"... King Shark." There was some pride in how Nanaue said that. "Super name."

"I couldn't agree more, your majesty!" Giran bowed, keeping his eye on the shark at all times, and internally jumped for relief when Nanaue laughed like a child at the sight of the bow. "Nice to meet ya, Nanaue. My new friend-"

"What do, Giran?" Nanaue seemed curious how. "Where are-"

"We're in Japan, Nanaue. I don't know where ya were before, but you're holdin' up well."

"Japan…" Something about Nanaue seemed to glaze over. "Soup?"

"Soup? Oh! Right, right. I don't think anyone's gonna try and make sharkfin soup out of you, friend Nanaue. Look at you." Giran laughed. "You could rip 'em apart with just your bare hands, huh?"

"... I would make them nom nom." Nanaue nodded his head, solemnly, and Giran realised that the shark was a hundred percent honest in how he said it, so simple. This man really would eat anyone if he crossed their path while they made that soup. "Payback."

"You… eat people often, Nanaue?"

"Sometimes. When hungry." Nanaue looked down at his bulging stomach. "Get so hungry, me."

"Heh, I bet. So…" Giran saw an angle to work. "You're not… people call you King Shark. And you mentioned a Ratcatcher. But you eat people-"

"Si." Nanaue nodded. "Ratcatcher teach Spanish. That mean-"

"It means yes, right?"

"Si! Giran actually smart!" Nanaue actually clapped his giant hands together, and it was all Giran could do not to fall out of his chair. "Clever man!"

"Thank you, friend! So that's my question… you have a super name like this. You're not a Hero, are you?"

"... No?" The shark looked confused for a minute. "Friends… we kill monster. We save city. But people say bad Nanaue. No eat other people. Prison for you."

Giran internally leaped with joy as the piece of the puzzle fell into place. He ate people, and had a pseudonym… that was everything Giran needed to hear. "So… people would call you a villain? A bad guy, Nanaue?"

"... No?" Nanaue looked at him, and blinked. "Don't wanna lose friend-"

"H-Hey, easy partner! Don't worry! I'm a villain too, y'know?" Giran was dumbing down what he did and just how much influence he had, but for this interesting stranger he'd make an exception, if he could work it just right. "I steal things. Sell things. Make money off people that isn't mine. I'm a villain, if it helps you feel any better."

"Huh…" Nanaue looked him up and down, Giran suddenly worrying that he had put himself on some form of menu with the newcomer. "You no eat people? You skinny. Must be hungry."

"Well, I'm a fussy guy. Would ya forgive me if I said I was vegetarian?"

"Ha! Hahaha!" Nanaue laughed, childlike. "Giran so boring-"

"Hey! Not called for!" Giran couldn't help but laugh too, and for a moment the bar was full of his rasping chuckle and Nanaue's booming, simple laugh. "I'm a villain, just like you. Promise!"

"Villain friend!" Nanaue nodded, reminding Giran of a puppy. "Like Ratcatcher!"

"Something like that!" Now was the time to strike, Giran realised, while his guard was down and he was comfortable. "Say, Nanaue? I know a lot of villains, a lot of people who'd really like to meet someone like you. They could use a friend like you, and I bet you wouldn't mind more friends?"

"More friends…" Nanaue's eyes softened a little. "Giran find more friends for me?"

"Absolutely I would! If you were off with a team before, then I think you'd love this. A whole new team, wanting to do stuff together. A group of friends you would like a lot!" Despite the base instincts in his body screaming at him not to put his head anywhere near the jaws of the shark, Giran leaned forward conspiratorially, taking the leap to look like he was sharing a secret and try to lure the big lug in. "I could even ask them to let you nom nom on some people, if you want."

"New team? More nom nom?" Nanaue took the bait, and leaned in, eyes wide. "You… you can find?"

"Absolutely! They'd be lucky to have ya, big guy! What do you say?"

"... Yes friends!" Nanaue actually seemed to jump up and down on the spot in excitement. "When go, Giran? Meet new friends!"

"Hehe, hold on a second, King! I just need to make a quick call a second, and make some arrangements!" Giran slid off the stool, and waved his phone at Nanaue to prove the point as he walked off to get some distance. "You let me call them, and I'll be right back, okay? I wanna hear everything about yer old team!"

"I wait here!" Nanaue pulled a chair over to the bar, with a ripping sound of metal. Giran didn't expect the shark to have super strength, but the fact he ripped a chair which had been riveted to the floor out and slid it across like it had wheels just confirmed to him that, maybe, Giran was safer a lot further away from the man. "Chair!"

"Yes, good man!" Giran ducked behind the door of the toilets in the bar, briefly considering whether to lock it or not, before realising that strength like that made it hopeless. He had so many questions about Nanaue that needed answering, but right now, the profit potential was there. Giran could get him out of his hair, and give his considerable brute strength to someone who might actually appreciate it. "Oh, you'd better pick up…"

After two seconds of dialling, the phone picked up, and an eloquent and familiar voice answered. "Giran. I wasn't expecting a call…"

"Well, Kurogiri, you did say to get in touch with any updates about recruitment for your League. Only the finest, you said."

Kurogiri snorted, darkly. "If you're about to inform me that your promised recruits have dropped out, this might not end so pleasantly. Master Tomura's disposition after the Hero Killer situation is not… sunny."

"Oh Kurogiri, would I ever let you down like that? You come to me for quality, remember?" Giran silently cursed how sweaty his palm was holding the phone- he had been more nervous than he expected. "Although this is about the number of recruits I was going to offer you when we met tomorrow."

"I… am intrigued."

"Well, I'm glad. Here's the thing. I've got two lined up for you already…" Giran took a look back towards Nanaue, and decided that this would be a good day to be King Shark. "... How do you feel about meeting a third?"

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A/N: Nom nom?

I'm just writing this because I love King Shark, I love Stallone voicing him, and I love My Hero Academia. You really think I was going to pass up the chance to isekai Nanaue, and cause absolute carnage? Think again.

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